by Bаυеr Wеstеrеn

Chаptеr Onе

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to persons real or imagined, other than myself, is purely coincidental.

Monday mornings were always beautiful to me ever since establishing the first Bеаυty Pаrk in the U.S. This one, in mid-August however, was especially radiant.

My wife, Tracy, had just come back from visiting her parents up north. As I opened my eyes, my gaze fell upon her chestnut brown hair cascading across her pillow. Her eyes fluttered under her soft lashes as she dreamed. What was she dreaming of? I hoped it was something as glorious as the sight that lay before me. Her lips were curled upwards in a hint of a smile. My eyes wandered from her angelic face, down her delicate neck and paused at the most exquisite pair of breasts I had ever seen. I lay there, mesmerized by the perfection of her body and thinking back to when we first met. I smiled, remembering how, even from a distance, I had been rendered completely helpless by her beauty.

Now, I had seen countless women in my life that made my heart forget its function momentarily, but Tracy was the only woman to make me totally forget where I was, what I was doing, and what was going on around me. I was locked on her and, even if I had wanted to (which I didn't) I couldn't look away. Her hair, as long and luxurious then as it is now, flowed down her back like a gently undulating river. She wore a short summer dress that clung to her body and flowed with the natural rhythm of her walk that only a woman possesses. As she came near, her light green eyes caught mine and she smiled. I smiled back, hoping that my staring had not been noticed.

"Beautiful day, isn't it?" she asked.

"Hmm, oh, yes, it certainly is," I replied. My eyes at this point were completely out of any control that I had, and they slowly fell down upon her body. Her lightly tanned skin shimmered in the afternoon sun. I soon realized that I was staring, and quickly raised my eyes to meet hers.

"That's a beautiful dress you're wearing," I managed to say.

"Thank you," she said with a tone that said she knew I really wasn't interested in what she was wearing.

We stood there, facing each other for an eternity, talking about things that I now can't even remember. Finally she extended her graceful arm and said, "My name's Tracy."

"I'm Bаυеr," I answered.

"Thаt's Gеrmаn, right? It means 'gentleman', doesn't it?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah, it does," I said somewhat surprised.

"Well, are you?," she asked.

"Am I what?,".

"A gentleman, silly," she said with a little laugh.

"Oh, well, of course I am," I said, trying to regain my composure.

Smooth, man, real smooth. Then I thought about what I had learned from this website I had found, Body in Mind. The creator talked about how we should not be ashamed at admiring a beautiful woman, in fact it is the most noble and moral thing we can do. Acknowledging beauty of both physical and moral traits in a beautiful woman was acknowledging those ideals that we should be proud to posses. I mustered up all the courage I could at the moment and said,

"You're very beautiful, Tracy,".

She blushed slightly and said, "Thank you."

I asked her what she did for a living and she told me she was a model. I told her that I was a fledgling photographer and that I would love to take some pictures of her sometime. Soon, after many photo sessions and talks about beauty, I popped the question. She said that she couldn't think of a more caring, thoughtful and romantic person to spend the rest of her life with.

Over the next couple of years, Tracy and I formed the idea of a beauty park, inspired by the Body in Mind website. It would be a place where the beauty of young, healthy, happy women could proudly display themselves for the enjoyment and inspiration of artists, writers, and admirers of beauty.

So, with these remembrances dancing in my head this Monday morning, I realized just how incredible my life had turned out. Instead of slaving over a computer Monday through Friday every week, I spent every day surrounded by the most beautiful women in the world and sharing their beauty with other like-minded people. As I was thinking of these things, and admiring my beautiful wife, there came a knock at the door. Sandra, one of the muses of the Park entered as graceful as the wind. She was one of the first models Tracy and I approached to model in the Bеаυty Pаrk. Her fiery red hair was all the more striking against her creamy white skin.

"I didn't mean to wake you, Bauer," she said.

"Don't worry, Sandra, I was already awake and admiring the morning view."

"I can see that," she replied looking towards Tracy on the bed. She hadn't even bothered to look towards the windows since the shades were drawn.

"What can I do for you?," I asked.

"Well, the outside showers are out again; the maintenance guy is looking at them, and I was wondering if I could bother you to use your shower."

"It wouldn't be a bother at all, as long as I could watch," I said.

"Of course you can," she said with a smile.

So, Sandra walked to the bathroom, and stepped into the shower stall. She had walked into our room as naked as nature intended her to be, so she immediately turned on the water. It must have been cold, because Sandra let out a yelp and tried to shield the jet of water from her body. I laughed as Sandra turned to me with a playful frown on her face.

"You knew that was going to happen, didn't you?" she said.

"I would have warned you, but I couldn't resist, sorry."

As she adjusted the water to a more tolerable temperature, Tracy stirred beside me.

"Morning, beautiful," I said.

"Morning," she answered with that smile that makes me melt every time.

"You were dreaming," I said, not really a question.

"Yes, I was."

"Were you dreaming about me," I asked coyly, knowing what she would say.

"Hey, a girls got to have some secrets. Besides, if it wasn't about you you'd be jealous."

"I would not," I shot back with a smile.

"Well, that doesn't matter. I see we have a visitor."

"Yeah, the outside showers are on the fritz again, so Sandra's using ours."

Sandra had been standing with her back to us before then, but as Tracy said her name, she spun around to give us the greatest view possible. Her hands spread the lather of soap over her body, first across her neck, then softly over her breasts, down her smooth belly, over her hips and thighs until every inch of her had been touched. She then let the water wash away the suds and bead up on her milky white skin. When she was finished she turned off the water, and grabbed a towel. Being careful to expose as much skin to us as she could, Sandra quickly dried off. She threw the towel into the hamper against the wall and stepped out of the bathroom.

"Morning, Tracy," she said with a smile.

"Morning to you too," Tracy said.

"Thanks, Bauer for the shower, I needed that."

"So did we, Sandra, so did we."

As Trаcy got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom, I saw before me two goddesses in all their splendor, giving me the gift of their beauty. All I could think to myself was, "Sir, you are a lucky man."

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